Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 393 - 188: Golden Curse_3

Thin gold pieces flaked off from the surface of her body, her eyelashes, the Magic Robe on her body... also peeled away inch by inch along with the falling Golden Fragments.

When most of the gold had shed from the girl’s body, her pale and flawless skin was almost entirely exposed.

"Boom!"

A burst of Red Lotus Flames rose from beneath the girl’s dress, rapidly enveloping her entire body.

Moments later, a pair of delicate and fair feet gently stepped out from the flames.

As the Red Lotus Flames dissipated, the girl, now donning a gorgeous, flame-patterned long dress, walked out, Magic Wand in hand.

"The Golden Curse..." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Blinking her eyes, her sparse eyelashes grew back, she looked around; the golden Abnormality continued to spread, threatening to cover the entire Secret Realm City.

She then looked down at her fingertips, seeing speckles of gold reemerging on her once colorful nails.

A vexed expression crossed the girl’s face.

"Truly annoying..."

She walked emotionlessly a few steps forward, yet when she nearly approached the Golden Magic Box, she noticed strands of her hair turning golden once more and she stopped, retreating after a moment’s contemplation.

The girl lifted her Red Lotus Staff and casually drew a long rift in the Void beside her.

As one foot stepped in... the next second she swiftly retracted it.

"Almost forgot."

Muttering to herself, she turned around and vanished abruptly.

The next second, amid a dazzling burst of sparks, she materialized opposite the Golden Magic Box, before another golden statue.

This was a statue of a man.

Very young.

It wore golden armor that resembled that of an ancient Knight, perfectly outlining his lean and strong figure.

Handsome and spirited features, with a resolute gaze.

Even being just a golden statue, if placed within a mundane kingdom’s city, it could certainly invoke countless young girls’ admiration and obsession.

Yet such a masterpiece, that seemed as though it was meticulously carved by the divine, was seen by the girl as the most hateful and detestable thing in the world.

She raised her hand, grasping the short staff tightly, and fiercely struck towards the statue’s head.

"Bang!"

The Red Lotus Staff, ablaze with flames, stopped just three centimeters from the statue’s eyes, with its dense golden eyelashes melting away like dripping water, unable to advance further.

The girl paused, looking down, only to see—a hand, wrapped in a black light of dense and mysterious runes, tightly gripping the staff.

The flames of the staff seared the palm, sizzling the flesh with a faint sound, but the hand clutched tightly, refusing to let go.

"Eh?!"

Seeing this, an incredulously astonished expression appeared on the girl’s beautiful face for the first time.

"You can break free from this Curse too?"

As if answering her question, the handsome man’s golden statue emitted a series of slight, crackling vibrations.

The girl frowned, pulling at the staff with increasing effort, almost breaking into a sweat, yet she couldn’t wrench the staff from the large, rune-enshrouded hand.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!!"

The girl became somewhat frantic, vigorously shaking the immovable staff and stamping her foot.

Her eyes suddenly took on the color of flames, and a rune pattern resembling a Red Lotus flower appeared on her forehead. Terrifying power brewed between her pale fingers, and right as she was about to slam her palm onto the top of the statue’s head... she forcibly stopped.

"To kill you so easily... would be too convenient for you."

The girl’s eyes were intently fixed on the statue of the man in front of her, her pupils moving, then suddenly landing on the Golden Magic Box not far away.

"You really want this Magic Box, huh!"

The girl, who a second ago was gritting her teeth in anger, now suddenly broke into an incredibly radiant smile.

The beauty that bloomed in an instant almost made the surrounding Void light up.

"Then... I’ll give it to you!"

The girl reached out with a gesture, and the still Golden Magic Box swiftly flew towards her, landing perfectly in the arms of the man’s statue.

Before the terrifying Curse Power could fully explode, the girl had already withdrawn her beloved staff at the fastest speed from the hand that had turned completely golden again, and then swiftly retreated far away.

Completely enveloped by the Curse Power, the statue of the man could no longer move, losing the last bit of life’s fluctuations, like a heavy stone, it plunged quickly downward.

"Rest here forever with your beloved box..."

The girl, hands on her hips, smilingly looked down at the man’s statue enveloped in the dense golden light, watching it fall continuously until it completely vanished into the brilliant golden glow below, feeling a great sense of relief.

"It’s a pity I couldn’t gouge out those eyeballs..."

The girl murmured, casually tearing open a rift in the Void and stepping through.

As the crack in the Void closed, the vast Mechanical Heart Secret Realm finally fell into complete silence.

No more movement.

Only the Tide-like golden color... continued to spread coldly, silently.

"Whoosh—"

In the desolate wilderness, from the center of a complex Rune Formation that emitted a faint silver light, the Void quietly split open, and a petite figure delicately stepped out from the center of the Array.

An old lady in a Black Robe who had been waiting next to the Array for a long time immediately rose to her feet and hurriedly went to greet her.

"Welcome back, dear Molli’er.

Was your trip pleasant?"

The old crone’s voice was hoarse, speaking the most humble and respectful words, yet the aura and light she radiated seemed ready to outshine the Sun in the sky.

If any other Wizard were present, they would find the scene in front of them unbelievable.

A powerful Dawn Rank Wizard, strong enough to see through the Mist and support a medium-sized Wizard Force, was taking on the posture of a butler, even a servant, in front of a mere Level 3 Wizard.

It was simply inconceivable.

"Not pleasant at all."

Molli’er lazily lifted her arm, yawned, and said, "Selena’s new toy is so boring it’s just like a block of wood, and it’s the most ordinary kind at that. I completely fail to see anything unusual about it.

Selena’s taste is as dull and boring as that deadpan face of hers that makes you hate it just by looking at it..."

"Didn’t you do something to her toy?

I heard that the Alba Family values this girl greatly. With such a good opportunity, if you could do something... it should be easy to provoke her anger."

"I’m not that kind of person."

The girl showed disdain and made a "ferociously cute" expression, grinding her teeth, "One day, I will trample Selena under my feet in front of countless people, utterly crushing her false facade, that nauseating arrogance..."

"That’s truly regrettable..."

The Black Robe old crone lamented, "Yet you didn’t have to kill her; you only needed to leave a permanent mark of your own on that girl’s face... like: Selena will forever only be able to kneel and lick Lord Molli’er’s toes... That way, every time the Alba Family sees that girl, they’ll remember the humiliation you gave her..."

The girl was taken aback, and moments later, let out a cry of deep regret, "Damn it, Vivian, why didn’t you come up with this idea earlier?

Why didn’t you tell me this before I went in?!!"

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